Awake to a new sunlit day
Filled with an aura of hope
After sleeping off the memories and pain
Of trying to climb a slippery slope.
How I have attempted to claw and arise
Out the valley of hurt and disappointment
And so finally view the aqua-marine sky
And be robed in new hopefulness.
Standing to be washed and bathed
In the shimmering warm sunshine;
Wrapped tightly in the streaming rays
Of gentle hope and peacefulness.
Though the day be filled with tasks
That I must dutifully complete,
I can still stop and rest at long last
In the sunlit blanket of warmth and peace.
So I will hold my head up high
To wonderingly and wistfully gaze
Into the neon blue sky
Of this glorious new day.
And then my heart may be content
By the many sweet blessings
That the Lord has lovingly sent
To instill my soul with peace and harmony.
Days are ever shorter
And gradually cooler;
As a later sun rise
Filters the morning sky.
Clusters of dangling leaves
Still adorned in shades of green
While clinging to their branching vines
Against the tide of passing time.
But then pause, look, and behold:
Vibrant splashes of yellow, orange, and gold.
And a leaf here and there
Silently lets go floating in the air.
The vaulting sky still illuminates radiant sunshine
As if determined to thwart the swiftly encroaching night.
Squirrels and other creatures too scurry to and fro
Gathering acorns and food before that first winter snow.
Days become ever cooler still
Until there is a blowing wintry chill
And all too soon all the once vivid leaves
Loosen their grasp in a blustery breeze
Fluttering downward, carpeting the ground;
Naturally accepting their time had come.
So quietly Autumn exits allowing Winter
To have its season amid this transitioning weather.
But even so with each new passing day,
I will choose to cherish this time that the Lord has made.
The Lord always leads
Me even though I don’t see
His hand holding me.
He does forever
Stay in my heart this moment.
This hour and all day.
Teaching and even
Guiding me in his love while
Sitting high above.
In heaven over
The clouds and the rain reaching
With his outstretched hand.
He holds on never
Letting go while I rest or
Walk this road alone.
Raining sunshine to
Brighten my way so I know
This day he has made.
One morning I awoke just before
The dawn’s gleaming light.
Darkness clung like a thorny blackberry
Briar and I thought, “Lo, it’s still night.”
Then eventually as daylight streamed
I glimpsed the grayish, cloud-filled sky;
How I so wished to see more sun
And watch the glowing orb journey and rise.
How I deeply yearned to be caressed by
Its’ stretching rays of warmth;
Like listening once again to the familiar
Sound of my mother’s soft spoken voice.
The gentleness of her laughter and to
Hear glad-laden words from her lips depart
Would undoubtedly uplift my downturned
Spirit and quicken my beating heart.
How long ago memories do so
Gently prick and needle me
As I rest and remember how
My childhood life used to be.
But lo, I realized with a sudden start
As a new thought occurred and
Did quicken my heart.
The Lord has blessed me with
Another sunshine-filled new day
To cherish it thankfully
And grasp joy along the way.
So, as I gaze upon the dawn’s
Early gleaming light.
I’ll arise, embark on a journey
Letting the Lord be my friend and guide.
A Day in the Sun
Skin; that external organ which covers my entire human body; it cleverly contains some small openings so that I can hear, taste, smell, and see. My skin is pale white and even paler under florescent light. How I sometimes do wish, I wasn’t as white as a fish. Certainly more sunshine would be good for me. Stay outdoors a little more during those sunlit hours and soak more of that sunshine into me; and let it cover my head to my feet. On a bright and beautiful day with the sunlight brightening the way, I did try to take some extra time and venture more outside. I wandered along the county road passing houses, a church, and the new high school. I traveled to a nearby gym, walked on a track, pedaled on an exercise bike, and considered taking a swim. Then I wandered back outside. Back into the glistening and warm sunlight which has brightened the sea blue sky. Deep inside I rejoiced as I felt gladness at this choice of spending this day outside being exposed to nature and the soothing sunshine. I traveled along the road again at a leisurely pace and not really wanting my journey to end; there is no need to race. I heard the wind in the swaying trees and my bare skin was tantalized by the softly flowing breeze. In the spring if I am lucky enough, I might pass by a lilac bush, and oh how its aroma gives my senses such a rush. With the soft touch, my exposed skin feels the flower’s velvety coolness. Happily I tarried along the way not wanting to miss the warmth of this day. For the sun’s reaching, transparent beams have engulfed my arms, my legs, and all of my bare skin from my head to my feet. Feeling satisfied and pleased, I think to myself, “how, I have had some warm sunshine covering me, and soon I’ll have a fine tan: I can’t wait to see.” But lo, oh no that is not what I see. I looked into the mirror and much to my shock and horror; I am now as red as can be with my sunburned skin peeling most embarrassingly. Oh, woe is me!
Hello dear friend, how splendid to see;
Will you have some coffee with me?
Perhaps we can stop in this quaint café
And chat this morning away.
It is such a beautiful morning
With a brilliant sunrise streaking the horizon.
Oh, you are having a cappuccino today?
I think I’ll try a mocha latte.
Yes, I do enjoy the warm coffee
When the autumn air is brisk and chilly.
So what is new with you?
Busy at work? Oh, yes, me too.
While at my job, each day is so different
And quite often it does not go as planned.
Some days are being difficult, you say?
I hope things get better; I will pray.
I must admit that I struggle too
And sometimes I don’t know what to do.
Why do we have to struggle so much?
All seems well then suddenly I’m overwhelmed and rushed.
You sometimes feel that way also?
How do you deal with that? How do you cope?
I worry too much and fret the day away.
Yes, you’re right; I need to pause and pray.
Yes, you’re right again; I need to slow down.
I need to stop, listen to God, and again be calm.
Why yesterday is a perfect example;
I complained about the rain and missed the rainbow.
I saw the arching, colorful bow later on-line;
A photo taken by a friend of mine.
Oh yes, it was too bad that I let myself worry
And then miss a blessing, God had for me.
Today will be different; I promise to try.
I’ll trust God more and enjoy the sunshine.
Thank you dear friend for having coffee with me;
Because of you, I’ve had a wonderful morning.
“But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”
Holy Bible NIV
I have heard it once said, “Joy is a choice; choose joy.” As I awake on any given morning, gaze out the window, I can choose to be joyful or not. Well, I am also learning along life’s pathway that hope is also a choice. I can wake up on any morning and decide to be hopeful or not. Admittedly, there are days when choosing to be joyful or hopeful are very hard to do when I am in the middle of a difficult situation or perhaps, when I have been disappointed because my latest dream was slashed to pieces. Or I wake up realizing I have a huge problem.
Several months ago, that is exactly what happened; I woke up one spring morning and found I had no electricity in the house. I wondered around checking all the rooms. As I entered the kitchen and looked out the window, I found a huge problem; a huge tree had fallen during the night and had pulled the electrical wires out of my house. It damaged an entire wall. The lower interior south wall looked fine but once I stepped outdoors, the story changed. A large section of the outer wall was missing and a window from the attic had also flown out. I was much shaken and wasn’t sure what to do first. Being on my own, there is no one to call for help. I started with the city utility office and went from there. They had already found my fallen tree and turned off power to my house until I could make repairs. I had to arrange for emergency tree removal, have my wall repaired, fix the electrical hardware, and then I could have power. But all of that could not be done in one day. Completing all the repairs was a long process in which I needed to work with my insurance company and pay my deductible to have everything done. Also due to lack of power, I was temporarily displaced from my home. My insurance company was really good and paid for my temporary stay in a hotel where I also received hot breakfasts. Additionally, the hotel was near my worksite so getting to work every day was not a problem. No doubt, God was good as he kept blessing and providing for my needs.
But as this process continued on, it was easy to lose sight of hope. I was so anxious for everything to be fixed in an instant and life be back to normal. My mother did tell me more than once that I was too impatient. The practice of being patience is a lifelong endeavor for me. How I wish I could hear my mom’s gentle and cheerful voice one more time. Also, my finances tend to be tight so this personal catastrophe was a huge drain. I felt sick to my stomach as I contemplated this latest mess in my life. Furthermore, I was displaced from my home over Mother’s Day weekend. Both my parents have passed away and I didn’t receive the blessing and honor of becoming a mother. Therefore, not only was I temporarily “homeless”, I also was all alone while everyone else I could think of was celebrating and spending special time with their families. The weather did not help matters either as it was raining with heavy gray clouds in the air; the charcoal gray scene outside my large hotel window seemed to deepen my gloomy mood. So I rested on the unfamiliar bed in tears.
The next day, Sunday which was the dreaded Mother’s Day, on my calendar, I did manage to muster the willfulness to attend church and tried to stay close to God in quiet prayer. Because my own mother wasn’t here and I wasn’t a mom, I knew I would be spending most of the day all alone; a sense of hopelessness, like a large boulder, had parked itself in my stomach. Considering the special family holiday, everyone I met at church had plans to spend with their loved ones. So, as expected, I returned to my home away from home all alone. But something made today different from yesterday. I was struck by a sense of restless; felt as if God was nudging me and saying, “Come on, you don’t want to stay cooped up in here all day.” For by now, the weather outside had gradually changed. The dark, soaking rainstorms of yesterday and this morning had finally dissipated. In place of the storms was a bright blue sky beneath brilliant and warm sunshine. No, I didn’t want to stay indoors all day.
I wandered outside where I could smell the fresh spring air and feel the warmth of the sun wrap my bare arms. Since this area was new to me I felt adventurous enough to embark on a new path where my footsteps have never wandered before. Although the highway was nearby, I was also surrounded by the greenery of the ground, the bushes, and the trees. Singing birds glided and swooped high above me. I smelled sweet lilacs along the way which was a tender reminder of my childhood home where each spring new lilacs bloomed along the road. As I walked along, I felt hopefulness trying to return to calm and soothe my aching soul. It was as if the Lord was quietly speaking inside of my heart and kindly telling me it was my choice to make. I could continue this day in a sense of gloom and, “oh, woe is me” attitude or I could choose to hope and firmly believe that all will be well and fine; I just needed to continue to trust and believe over time. So with a silent prayer and taking a long, slow breath, I resolved that today I would choose hopefulness. With a lighter heart and a burst of cheerful energy, I felt that once immovable boulder in my stomach slowly melt away. I continued along, letting God gently speak to me. And being a writer of poetry, I sensed a new poem forming in my thoughts. Often I write poems as a way to remind myself of the little milestones between the Lord and me; my writings are like a memory album of my walk in faith. God had meant for me to remember this day and how I emerged from this long tunnel of dark gloom to embrace renewed hope now resting inside of me.
After the Rain
The sun brightly appears after a stormy spell
Letting everyone know that all again is well.
The shrilling wind has lessened its’ churning
While the pelting rain has ceased it’s drumming.
Trees, shrubs, flowers, and everything green
Is bathed in wetness on this summery day in Spring.
A new fresh scent permeate the air;
A welcomed sign that the earth is renewed and fair.
Such a sweet blessing to remember and realize
That the loving Lord is in charge: rain, snow, or sunshine.
And at night when the orange setting sun is dipping low,
He stays in charge of all our nights, and our hopes for tomorrow.
I am a quiet wanderer walking alone;
Each new day I seem to follow the same lonely road.
I arise from bed and journey through the day
Working and resting along the way.
Some days are predictable and I know just what to do
While others present obstacles and I barely pass through.
Some mornings are full of warm temps and a bright shining sun
While others are filled with storms and never just one.
For through life I meet tempests of many kinds;
Some are outside while others linger and rage in my mind.
One of the battles that wrestles inside of me
Is finding my home; where in life I am meant to be.
For I have moved and wandered from one place to another
And I stop for a while hoping I’ve found what I was searching for.
But in every place I stay, it is the same wherever I go;
I live this quiet life whether it be sunshine, rain, or snow.
For I fall into the same rut and habits of life
Hoping that somehow things will be different this time.
And there are wondrous moments where wider I open my eyes
To see that my loving God has in store a delightful surprise.
Such as following a new path beneath the warm sun
Or a sudden encounter with an old friend.
Climbing to the top of a mountain peak
And viewing a new, breathtaking scene.
Also hearing a new message from my Lord
While pausing to read and reflect on his word.
Although there are some hardships but that’s nothing new
For everyone who loves the Lord faces hard trials too.
And that is the time to believe and trust in God some more
Knowing that our faith in him will become even stronger.
And now through quiet prayer and thinking, God has revealed to me
My true home is whenever I am with him and can quietly be.